humansofnewyork:

A one hundred year old woman reflects on her deceased husband.

Hide your peeps. Hide your wife.

Hide your peeps. Hide your wife.

Ashol-Pan “A 13-year-old eagle huntress in Mongolia”

http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-26969150

vanityfair:

Happy Birthday, Queen Elizabeth!

See more portraits of royalty here.

Photograph by Annie Leibovitz, June 2007. 

humansofnewyork:

"I have a neck injury so I had to tone it down this year."

zoeyandjasper:

Be cool. Stay in school! xoxo Zoey and Jasper

  1. Camera: Canon EOS 5D Mark II
  2. Aperture: f/2.8
  3. Exposure: 1/125th
  4. Focal Length: 50mm

Update on Fang

Between pool and BBQ, he whispered, “I have a confession: I smoke. You don’t smoke, right?” Right! I couldn’t say anything at the time, but I checked his profile after the date and it read, “Never” under smoking. Since he had expressed interest in another date and smoking is a deal breaker for me, I wrote rather than ignore him: 

Hey, It was nice meeting you. However, it was a red flag to me that your profile says you don’t smoke and you do. I would suggest updating that fact so that women aren’t misled. Otherwise, I wish you the best in the dating scene.

Too candid? I blame you all. You have unleashed me into this dating middle earth.


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Today I was supposed to have a second date with Slim, “an awesome father” and claims to have the following obscure knowledge: I can cook, fix, or build just about anything. Except maybe furniture from Ikea. Isn’t IKEA furniture supposedly the simplest furniture to manufacture in house? It’s the disassembling that makes IKEA a sinister pack of SOBs. Jim responded: How about we… fill two flasks and then hit up the Boston Harbor Islands. However, I cancelled last night because I wasn’t feeling so hot today.

I have another date tomorrow, with another father, or as you would know him, the Man With Flu Too Much, as in he cancelled last Monday because he had the flu. I thought it was a line he pulled because he lost interest. To my surprise, he followed up and rescheduled. I’ll be wearing a skirt because we are going with a more traditional dinner and drinks theme. 

I have had roughly ten guys show interest, particularly those dates that involve alcohol. I haven’t accepted all the date offers for a few reasons:

  • Shallowness
    • insert unibrows
  • Psychosis
    • posting 56 dates = desperation?
  • Abnormalities/Creepy
    • 37 year old man who wants to be a marshmallow peep. And no, you did not misread that
    • because he looks like one of my Russian relatives

explore-blog:

Brilliant: Dinah Fried cooks and photographs meals from beloved booksMoby-Dick (above), Little Women, The Catcher in the Rye, Lolita, and more:

Reading and eating are natural companions, and they’ve got a lot in common. Reading is consumption. Eating is consumption. Both are comforting, nourishing, restorative, relaxing, and mostly enjoyable. They can energize you or put you to sleep. Heavy books and heavy meals both require a period of intense digestion. Just as reading great novels can transport you to another time and place, meals — good and bad ones alike — can conjure scenes very far away from your kitchen table. Some of my favorite meals convey stories of origin and tradition; as a voracious reader, I devour my favorite books.

See more here.